We went there for brunch on a Sunday, cutting through from Chinatown to Soho. The interior's interesting, with an intricate wooden ceiling and comfortable, expansive tables and sofas than encourage you to curl up for a while.
The menu's fairly standard, nothing particularly original -- eggs benedict, burgers, fancy toast etc. Service was very friendly and cheerful albeit slooooow despite us being initially the only patrons other than the server's friends -- and the food took an absolute age (> 30 mins). That said, the food was very good, good enough that I would definitely visit again if I was in the vicinity, and the ambience was quiet, pleasant, and relaxed.
And then... 60 people arrived through the back door, vast numbers of pink Cosmos were poured, and every table, chair, stool, square of floor was taken up by people taking photos, fanning themselves to cool down, queueing for the restrooms, and so on. Turns out Onieal's was Aidan's bar in Sex and The City. I definitely didn't recognise it before (New York itself is pretty unrecognisable from 15 years ago), and to be honest I didn't really recognise it even when I knew where I was.
The tourists shouldn't put you off -- I presume they're only there a couple of times a day at most, and if you live in NYC you quickly get used to this sort of thing -- and its television history may even attract you.
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